The canned mind.A Poem by andrew mitchellmucking around!
The canned mind.
Canned thoughts opened, pierced, one mind revolving condensed, emotional soup. Bring to boil, turn down heat simmer gently!
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Added on February 27, 2016 Last Updated on February 27, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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